“Ach, husband,” she said, resting a hand against his bearded cheek, “I was only havin’ a wee bit o’ sport. What be the point, Adrian, of being Queen o’ all the fae, if I ca’ nae have some fun ev’ry now and again?”

Heading up the hill toward the loch gate of Castle Urquhart, Andrian kissed the top of his wife’s head and with a wave of his hand, the ancient ruins faded from sight and were replaced by a glowing castle with gleaming spires and sparkling stone towers, while lively Celtic harp and pipe music rang forth from the open windows. “Come, wife,” he said with a wide smile, “ev’ryone ha’ gathered—‘tis time to begin our Samhain celebrations.”